Had it been months ago when the outbreak had began, Leah might have been worried and maybe a little scared that she was in the presence of a criminal. But she wasn't and she didn't fully know why other than knowing the past wasn't relevant anymore. Anything that people were and had been was now a mere memory in their reality of survival and it had taken some time for Leah to both process and realize this. She looked at the money before looking back to the man as he continued to explain himself, wondering why he bothered to keep it now that it was mere paper in a bag. Anything they could need or want had to either be found or taken these days making money worth nothing more than the paper it's printed on. When the Cowboy gave her his condolences Leah exhaled deeply, "No, I lost my family a long time ago. I know my mom is dead but my dad and my sister... we got separated" she said before looking up at him, "I've been apart of two groups since then" she replied honestly. Both times she'd came to confide, trust and attach herself to people who had picked her up and helped her survive, both times she'd had to witness them die, turn or leave the group in some shape or form. Her hand touched the bandage on her leg from her last close call with a not so friendly group of people. "I'm sorry you lost your sister, that must have been hard" she replied in kind. She wondered if her sister was still alive somewhere, with her Dad too if they'd gotten away safely.